Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Reischman and the Jaybirds
John Reischman and the Jaybirds
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Monroe
Bill Monroe
Composer

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Springtime is near, my darling
You say that you are going away
My heart will be with you, my darling
And I'm counting now the days
I know that soon I'll have to travel
I know I'm over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said she'd be gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill
The flowers are blooming, little darling
With the budding of the trees
I hear the night birds a-crying
I know that they are warning me
I know that soon I'll have to travel
I know I'm over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said she'd be gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill
Our love was planted, little darling
Just like the farmer plants his grain
But there will never be a harvest
On the hills, the whippoorwill now sing
I know that soon I'll have to travel
I know I'm over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said she'd be gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill
Written by: Bill Monroe
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